Women in Magazines
Oh no
You Are Me
You Are Me
by Gaille Hunter
Aren’t you tired of the pain
in your broken heart
hatred’s burning through your soul
Your mind is screaming to be set free
You’re chained up inside
like you want me to be
Don’t you know
there’s a mirror
where you are me
And our voices are ringing
in harmony
You are me
that’s the truth that you run from
You are me
that’s the womb that we come from
You are me
that’s the fact that you just can’t face
You are me
it’s the knowledge you can’t erase
Run away if you choose
but the truth is the news
and it’s waiting for you
You are me
Just walk away
from the shell of your hardened heart
Shed the skin your love has been hiding in
Don’t turn away
Every dawn is a brand new day
You are me – you are me
You’ve been longing for serenity, eternally
I am the part of you
That you can’t see
Can’t you feel it – you’re not alone, completely
Because inside of you is me
My arms outstretched
Long for your embrace
Fast we are falling
Through this empty space
Loud is the echo
Deep is the chasm
Vast is the love of humanity
You are me – you are me
Reflecting so clearly
you know my face
It’s you that you see
When you look at me
echoing back in your mind
Your heart’s inside you
but it’s mine
You are me
My Velvet Pillow
I Love Atlantic Starr
Phame Machinist Program
Students and staff at PhAME Inc., a Philadelphia machinist-training program, received a present just before the holidays last month that they didn’t want: news that their school was shutting its doors.
Unfortunately, the well-respected institution has run out of money. That’s a shame because the program has produced 151 graduates since its founding in 1997, and those graduates have found jobs at 79 companies in the area.
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